Chapter 92

Tourmaline’s POV

It was cold, and the snow had been falling for hours. I had been walking through the peaceful woods, through this snow, and it made me feel isolated: alone. The walk made me feel as if I was the only one in the world, and for a time that was comforting, the crunch of my knee-high boots on the crust, the snow falling lightly on my dark hair, my coat wrapped around my leggings and a loose top.